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Here are some random doodles I have made of different characters I like
and I threw in some OC's also. Both fandom OCs and original. 👍✨
#strich#zelda#floofty#bugsnax#William#eastward#Liam#monster prom#clavell#pokemon#fat gum#bnha#oc#bibi#Benji#team magma#maxie#Glenn#veneris#scarecrow#velka art#art dump
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my latest music obsession is drill remixes of classical music and i think i know now why i am never handed the aux cable at parties
but this shit slaps
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the venus girdle (cestum veneris) | aquatilis_expedition on ig
#stim#sea creatures#animals#bioluminescence#sfw#black#rainbow#blue#green#orange#teal#clear#ctenophores#comb jellies#the venus girdle#cestum veneris#glow#underwater#ishy gifs#postish
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sparks fly when you're having fun
#spotify playlist#spotify#imagine dragons#arcane#league of legends#veneris#shae ot#skald#led zepellin#scissor sisters#woodkid#ava max#eginners#night panda#codec#hans zimmer#potc#go a#boney m#bass flow#mr pandemy#carameii#hidden citizens#ranya#Spotify
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cestum veneris
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I’m preparing to post the first chapter of Veneris Filia. If you’d like to be on the series taglist please let me know.
Tagging everyone who interacted with the first sneak peek post.
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finnjones Earlier this year I had the good fortune to work on an incredible show with a team of creative, supportive and all round amazing people - it was something I was extremely proud of.
Unfortunately due to the strike, despite only being a few episodes away from completion, the show was cancelled and all the episodes filmed were buried, never to see the light of day. Despite the news I’m so grateful for the lessons and friendships that job provided. Here’s a photo dump of some of the memories made along the way. #Venery
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Evanescent
The days had passed in a bit of a blur since Cordelia had uncovered her family’s dark secret, allowing it to take over her attention in near totality as it invaded every bit of her senses. Cordelia had never been known or considered to be obsessive but did that mean she couldn’t be? Hardly. This was bordering on the edge of obsession, without a doubt, but the woman was certainly capable of keeping her wits about her even in the midst of her life as she understood it being turned on a dime.
Having put aside her bickering with her brother-in-law, especially seeing as things had seemed to fallen quiet on that front, Cordelia now rested within her childhood home of Highgate on the outermost point of the city, teacup in hand as she gazed absently into the flickering flames of the fireplace. She knew it would be some time before Wren would arrive after seeing that her business with Miss Slater was handled, the ledgers and inventory having been settled for the next shipment. There was no real rush, as she found some downtime to relax in an eerie quiet in one of the home’s sitting rooms that her mother had often frequented, that was until a faint sound of footsteps and voices carried through the hall.
The doors to the sitting room had flung open and Wren stood within the threshold trying to shoo away the rather stubby-looking fella that chased her from the entrance and the little woman who meekly stood between them – staff. Caretakers by the look of it, “Enough. I was expected, now begone before I tie your ears together and hang you from the banner pole out in the grounds!” Wren stepped within and closed the doors behind her in the short man’s face and locked them. The voices outside the door carried onward, muffled and somewhat raised as the pompous shite of a man scurried on his way. Cordelia chuckled quietly to herself as she sat the teacup to table and idly glanced toward the door as the commotion followed Wren's entrance. She sat silent as she watched the interactions with a faint grin.
There was a transience silence from the Viera as she collected herself and then stalked further into the room, “Apologies for the delay, my Lady. Strong winds on the voyage back had us slowed for a time. You summoned me?”
Lifting a hand dismissively, the dark-haired woman shook her head and furthermore beckoned Wren closer. “Please, no apologies necessary, this was all on short notice. As for them -” She motioned toward the door where the Viera had encountered the house staff. “- not our usual staff, as I am sure you noticed. Tilly is currently training them to remain here when we depart to keep a running household going forward so that I might bounce between residences as I please.” Taking a deep breath, she gestured for her to sit at any place she felt most comfortable, the atmosphere taking on a more casual tone than what was typical for her.
“Cretins.” Wren mumbled a little irritated and she eventually rounded her full attention back to Cordelia.
“So Highgate, hm? You weren’t chased out of Ishgard in my absence were you?” a small huff emitted from the tall Veena woman as she stalked over to the nearest chair to Cordelia and settled herself into it. Hardened as she usually was and decked in protective gear and a large sword she oft carried with her, Wren had been at sea for several weeks and opted to remain comfortable in leathers and heavy linen materials and had went without the broad weapon in favor of something more fitting for precision.
Cordelia huffed out a dry chuckle at the inquiry, shaking her head as she settled back against the couch as her hands came together in her laps with her thumb grazing the ring on her middle finger. “No, nothing of the sort, I assure you. It would take quite a lot to achieve such a thing. I trust all is set and well with Miss Slater?”
“The Song took a detour on the way back to Black Water to see to a ship in the area that was commandeered on behalf of the Cress woman.” the Viera nearly snorted but smirked remembering the quarrel and battle that had been fought. Was she complaining? Perhaps but barely. How could she complain when such deviation provided proper sport on the waters?
A slow tap of Wren’s middle finger was brought down twice to the lacquered wooden curve of the armrest, her leg lifting to place her ankle atop the opposite knee, “Shipment has made it safely to the warehouses and is to begin trade in the coming week as I understood it before leaving.”
A curt nod came in response as Cordelia tilted her head slightly as her chin tilted upward just so. “Very good. So far, I am pleased with this arrangement and will continue to uphold things on my end so long as it is in order. However…” Her demeanor held that ever-often stoic presence but as she pushed on past regular business, her voice betrayed her trepidation. “There was another matter I wished to talk to you about.” It was the verbiage that offered that this was beyond a professional discussion and gave credence to the trust and bond Cordelia had with the Viera woman.
A well sculpted brow apexed as Cordelia spoke. How odd it was for the woman to seemingly trip over herself as if though there were feelings nearly brimming over within her. Wren remained quiet for a stint and elegantly her hand motioned to Cordelia for her to continue – surely whatever was on the Lady’s mind was important enough to summon Wren all the way to Highgate.
“You have been with me for many years now, Wren, even since we were far more youthful…” Cordelia began, eyes settled on her confidant steadily as she continued. “I believe you are aware that you have always been the one person I could trust with my life and with my secrets. Very few times have I called upon you to be more than what your station requires you to be, though I have truthfully forever considered you my friend beyond what your job title.” Another short pause came only long enough for the woman to wet her lips, swallowing quietly to regain her voice as she turned to reach behind her for a folder that had rested just out of sight originally.
Wren’s hand ceased and flattened to the armrest, the other reaching for the offered folder Cordelia presented her with. The Viera was one of very few words but plenty of angled thoughts caged behind keen eyes.
Handing it to Wren, she carried on with her proclamation. “In this moment, I speak to you as my friend, Wren, and I would like to assume and believe that you knew nothing of what is in those documents.” She emphasized her final words by delicately pointing toward the papers she had offered to her.
Balancing the folder along her crossed knee, she casually flipped it open and remained silent for several more minutes. The only sounds that filled the room in the stretch of that time had been the turning of the pages and the soft crackle of fire. Stopping at the last page, Wren’s brow crafted a hike, “Knew about this? No, not even a sliver of it. How did you come about this information anyways and what does this mean for you now?”
Cordelia’s gaze was steel in color and in resolve as she kept her attention on Wren as she watched her read and take in all the revealing information regarding Lady Gray’s actual identity. As the silence overwhelmed the room, she had continued to thumb the ring on her finger as her way of filling the drawn-out quietness. “I trust you explicitly, but of course, it was necessary that I inquire on your knowledge of this whole mess.” She adjusted, fingers finally falling still before her eyes eventually pulled away from Wren and turned toward the fire. “For once, I am unsure of what my next actions are just yet. I do not know what Lady Cress’ knowledge is on this situation, though I suspect she knows little if any at all. Currently, I am gathering my bearings and content by simply keeping this information between myself and those I prefer to know and holding on to it until I figure out where to go with it. I imagine the time will come when I need to have a conversation with Lady Cress, however.”
Once more Wren shook her head, “Can’t say I know much of you beyond when we first met. Though I understand your hesitancy. Though if I may?” she paused and listed forward to place the folder between she and Cordelia, “If you plan on speaking to others about this and it gets back to Lady Cress before you have a chance to speak with her it could turn against you. I’ve seen nobles and their circles and how they work with or against one another and do not wish to see you swept up in such nonsense while trying to consider your footing.”
Shaking her head, Cordelia leaned forward to pluck the papers up to hold them in her lap briefly before simply setting them aside on the table nearby that held her tea. “The amount of people with this knowledge are confined to three, the only documents that have been found have been kept at my side since uncovering them.” Pressing her lips together, she hummed softly before clicking her tongue. “I believe the time will certainly come when I speak with Lady Cress, in the near future, of course. From what I know of her, she does prefer information that affects her or her family in any way to come to her directly from the source so I do not plan to sit on this long.”
With a slow released sigh, Cordelia looked back to Wren. “Aside from the necessary question of your knowledge on this all, I have to admit… I largely felt the need, or rather, the desire to share this with you specifically.” The woman hardly, if ever, offered any show of many emotions and while she didn’t outwardly do so even now, this was likely the best attempt at such.
Wren shifted and slipped entirely from her chair as she knelt before Cordelia to get a better look at the woman’s face, “Who else knows? If they’re bound to mettle with your private affairs I’ll quarter them without reservation.”
A hand rested on Cordelia’s knee and the other curled under Cordelia’s chin, “I’m in service to you. Your lineage or name means little to me. Gray. Cress – you’re Cordelia and you’ve gone far too long under the thumb of ownership and men. Fuck ‘em I say. Find your answers and I’ll be with you as you require it but don’t think for a moment that and of this defines you.”
Cordelia released a soft chuckle, lacking much emphasis in tone or inflection. “You know I have learned to be very selective with my trust, I wouldn’t tell just anyone or that reason.” She glanced away, pursing her lips in thought as she considered something silently before continuing. “However, one can never be too careful and for peace of mind of all ends, Master Blythe is the other that is aware. As it currently stands, and I do not see that changing, he is to be trusted.”
The touch to her knee and chin brought the softest smile to the woman’s lips likely to ever be seen as her words came to a close.”You may be in service to me, but you are also my friend, Wren.”
A low chortle left the Viera and she gave Cordelia’s knee two pats before standing to her feet and hands bearing to her hips, “Master Blythe, is it? Why Ms. Gray, I never figured you a Lady to consider anyone Master. I don’t know the person but if you can say he is to be trusted then I’ll follow your example until there is reason not to.”
Wren offered a nod, “A friend, yes but also someone who has a job that both keeps us connected and separates us. For good reason.”
The dark haired woman scoffed as she lifted her chin to look up to Wren as she stood. “He is no master of mine, I’ve simply learned his disinterest in the title of ‘lord’.” Her shoulders rose and fell in a simple shrug though her nose scrunched slightly at the thought now of the insinuation, whether in jest or not. Clearing her throat, she simply reached for the tea that surely by now had gone cold. “Yes, a position that my mother and father did well to put you in. I anticipate discussing this matter with Lady Cress in the coming weeks, though I have heard the news of her pregnancy and am unsure of the stress the conversation might bring her…”
“That’s what they all say.” Wren warned and her hands shifted to the swell of her hips, attire jostling ever so slightly. From newly made widow and determined woman who was free, how quickly things had changed in her absence which only caused Wren’s head to shift, tilting curiously.
Cordelia pressed her lips together in thought before sipping the contents of the delicate teacup. “On the other hand, I do not see Vahalia as the type of woman to falter easily, I suspect even this little secret of her father’s will be no different. Once I have decided on my approach, I would like you to visit her and deliver the message directly of my requests to speak. We should send a gift for the mother-to-be.” Her eyes narrowed as she stared blankly forward, yet again in thought as she struggled to land on what to send in such an event. “Perhaps Tilly could lend aid in the choosing, I’m unsure of what would be appropriate or necessary. Could you meet with her in the morning and see that it’s sent out?”
Red eyes shifted over Cordelia’s face as she spoke and when finished, Wren offered a small bow from her waist, “As you wish. I’ll wait for further word on your decision and Be sure to extend both on your behalf when the time comes. Though I am curious.”
The viera woman shifted, standing to her full height when she spoke again next, “Are you certain that she doesn’t already know of this?”
There was a very slight shake of her head from side to side, eyes closing briefly during the exchange. “Truthfully? I have no idea, I am completely unsure of what I will be walking into when it comes to this conversation and for once I have found myself rather…uncertain in my actions.” As her lids lifted and she looked back up to Wren, she sighed softly. “It is an odd feeling, really, but I am simply going to take it for what it is and what it will be.”
“Handle it as business as you do everything else. You’ve come this far with uncertainty, it might play in your favor this time as well. If the Lady Cress hasn’t given you a reason for concern before then there might not be a reason for it now.” briefly Wren glanced to the window. The air always felt different here in Highgate, “I don’t know her well at all save from what I’ve read, heard and experienced thirdhand from you. However, this Blythe character does lace some concern in with me only due to the fact before I gave you the list of contacts he was known to have a rather bitter falling out with the Cress House. Likely rumors but there is always so sliver of truth in gossip and rumors I feel. Either way, you’ll have me at your back should you require my assistance.”
Cordelia offered a small gesture that resembled a nod. “I know all about the discourse with Blythe and Cress, trust that it has been something I’ve held close to the chest when considering my options while discussing this situation with him. It is of no concern as far as I am aware and should it become one, you will be the first to know.” Her last statement came with a bit of a smirk as if insinuating to allow Wren to take the enjoyment of assisting in handling things should she wish to.
Cordelia’s expression caused Wren’s to blossom a little bit more and she bowed her head respectfully with a mild smirk of her own pinned into her cheek, “Very well. My Lady. If there is nothing else then I’ll leave you to your afternoon. I might see about the staff here and see that all is in order. I’m sure there has been nothing amiss. It would be irresponsible of me to leave without checking on a few things first. When do you leave Highgate?”
“I appreciate your diligence, Wren.” The empty teacup was disregarded back to the table with a small hum before she took to standing. “I plan to stay throughout the week, at least. Gray manor was becoming a bit stifling and while I never had any real intentions on returning home, there is an odd comfort in being here, despite the slightly unsettling circumstances.” There was a pause as she glanced off as a glimpse of a smile touched her lips. “Whatever you and Tilly decide to send to Vahalia for her and the baby, there is a piece I have been working on that she might enjoy… I will wrap up the finishing touches and see it ready before the week’s done so that you can include it.”
Looking back to the Viera, her hardened features softened a bit as she nodded in her direction. “And Wren, thank you again, for listening and handling things as you always have.”
Naught else needed to be said as Wren bowed gently at the waist, fist grateful resting to her chest. “A pleasure,” she reassured the lady Gray and after a beat, the Viera stood again and made for the door.
She wasn’t much for knowing how to pick out gifts but thankfully Tilly was there for that, Wren by extension was simply the sword – one thing she knew for certain how to do. A smile lingered before she disappeared from within the room and out into the hall. It was time to see to Highgate business before departing on pressing errands.
[ collab with @song-of-wren ]
[mentions: @vahalia-cress-ffxiv @ricard-blythe-ffxiv]
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loosely based on a comb jelly (Cestum veneris)
yippie!!!
#monster#fish#horror#cosmic horror#pixel#pixel art#pixel artist#comb jelly#jellyfish#cestum veneris#original character#oc#alanart
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it's #portfolioday o/
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Mons Veneris — Ascent into Draconian Abyss (Signal Rex)
Lock up the communion wine and cover those tender orifices (earholes included), Mons Veneris is back. If you are as delighted by that news as this reviewer, maybe seek help. But also seek out this record and play it, at excessive volumes. Doing so won’t make you a better person, or a happier or a healthier one. Repeated exposure to Ascent into Draconian Abyss will likely garner opposing results: worse, more miserable, more disturbed. But we should note that those words also describe the general condition of the earthball and most of its inhabitants. Somehow the music of Mons Veneris — black metal that manages to be traditionalist and utterly singular at the same time, no small feat — keeps creeping in from the margins, and along that trajectory it ascends closer to the light of day, which is increasingly difficult to distinguish from Nietzsche’s infamous abyss.
So it’s apt that Ascent into Draconian Abyss seems to stare back, with unabating truculence and bizarre intensity. The Portuguese band doesn’t ease you in: the opening, title track is a 20-plus minute experience, modulating from strangely primal chanting in its first 50 seconds; through long expanses of elemental, more-and-less recognizable black metal riffage (though still afflicted with some of that primal, mournful chanting and moaning); into angular eddies and even slightly more conventional song forms, which threaten to resolve into black’n’roll (to be sure, Mons Veneris has a strong taste for obscenity, but let’s not get carried away). Mostly though, “Ascent into Draconian Abyss” seems to dramatize that very thing — a hard climb, an endurance contest with dread, which ends up dropping you into a psychologically fraught void.
When you finally clear those 20-odd minutes — and are extricating yourself from that void — “Whisperers of the Plague” seems to restate the first track’s main riff and rhythmic structure. It’s dispiriting; do we have to do this all over again? But the band is just messing with us. The riff eventually mutates and the following 16 minutes get progressively stranger. There are the musical equivalent of mechanical failures, spates of more demented chanting and the band even permits itself a sort of guitar solo (which is as alarmingly ugly as you might suspect it would be).
But it’s in the final song, “Chant to the Unknown,” that things get really weird. After the foregoing 38 minutes, the song’s dalliances with hummable melody and conventional aesthetics are disorienting, even transgressive. Because it’s Mons Veneris, those dalliances are counteracted by echoing, off-kilter pulsations of guitar, which add dizziness to the disorientation. Even standing on dry land, you’ll feel a little seasick. Just as you achieve better footing, the music falls away, and washes of electronic noise, a fogbank of sound, drift in and envelope you. You get lost all over again, and you start looking for signs of that aforementioned ascent. Good luck: the fog is pretty thick. And what’s that smell? Sulphur? Is this stuff mist or smoke? We both know the answer to that. It’s a Mons Veneris record: “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here….”
Jonathan Shaw
#mons veneris#ascent into draconian abyss#signal rex#albumreview#dusted magazine#black metal#jonathan shaw
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Hey-ho!
I hope I'm not intruding, but I'm so in awe of Veneri and am curious to learn more about her.
What are three facts you want people to know about her? ✌🏾
!! You’re definitely not, thank you for asking about Veneri! :^D
Hmm… I think three important facts about her to know are:
1. She’s a member of one of the Nine Ruling Families in the Chiss Ascendency
2. Being born with a silver spoon doesn’t mean she’s had everything handed to her. She knows exactly what she wants and how to take it
3. Her favorite color is gold/yellow
I have massive plans for her in my oc web/art projects 🫶 so glad she’s garnered interest!
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n328_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library
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Wild fruits of the country-side,. London :Hutchinson,1902.. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/12456766
#Fruit#Great Britain#Plants#New York Botanical Garden#LuEsther T. Mertz Library#bhl:page=12456766#dc:identifier=http://biodiversitylibrary.org/page/12456766#botany#flowers#BHLat10#scandix pecten-veneris#Shepherd's-needle#Venus' comb#Stork's needle#botanical illustration#scientific illustration
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Under The Influence | Erik Killmonger
Chapter 11: ~Lost Boy~
For Chapter 10: ~Please Don’t Leave~ click here.
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“But I do have to go talk to him now then." He stroked a piece of her hair back that had escaped from her bun and she nodded, letting her arms fall to each side of her body weakly again. "I'll be back, beautiful."
"Okay, Baku. I'll stay around the palace."
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She kissed his cheek one more time before she wandered off into the palace to do her daily tasks as usual. M'Baku had waited until she was completely out of his sight in the meantime before he slowly turned around, his eyes landing on the dark ones he could feel burning into his back from the shadows. "I can't seem to ever truly win, can I?" The king asked and stepped in front of M'Baku, leaving the trusted shadows to show himself standing tall and powerful.
"I see you've been watching us. If you're talking about Ms. Gold, she's all yours." He calmly stated, his heart aching at the words that left his mouth. He never talked about a woman like she was an object or someone's property, and yet what he had said sounded exactly like it. He felt disgusted with himself.
"She doesn't hold me the way she holds you." He answered sharply and M'Baku lifted his shoulders.
"It'll come. Just give her time."
"I gave her plenty of time."
"Have you ever noticed how she looks at you? How she talks about you?" M'Baku tilted his head, back straightened. "She is willing to risk her job, willing to commit to you, willing to give her heart and her body to you. She had sex with me for a reason, lost boy. She doesn't trust people easily and if she gave herself to you that's already a huge step for her."
"What did you call me?" Erik turned more aggressive, but it didn't affect M'Baku at all.
"Have you even heard a word I said?" He slowly folded his hands in front of his broad body, putting on a stern facial expression.
"I heard you fucking called me a lost boy."
"Because you are. You're mentally not prepared to be a king, you don't know what you're doing and your negative emotions are all over the place. You're not an outsider anymore, you're accepted by most of Wakanda thanks to your advisor and so there is no reason to hold onto your hatred. Act like a king if you want to be seen as one." He advised and turned his back to him. He wasn't going to work together with him anymore, and he definitely wasn't going to let go of Ven yet, not when she was with such a still unstable man, but he did believe he could help. Erik needed guidance and M'Baku could perhaps push him into the direction he needed to go in as a new king of Wakanda. "And as long as you don't, I won't back away from spending time with Ms. Gold."
"She's not yours anymore." Erik growled, but calmed down his anger right away.
"She never was, but as long as she isn't your queen, she isn't yours either." He watched him from over his shoulder, trying to see if his words were getting through him, and ordered his guards to start returning to the mountains again. He wasn't planning to stick around. If Ven wanted to see him again the only thing she had to do was contact him, but he had to return home to his people too. He was an important leader too after all.
Erik, however, was enraged. He couldn't believe M'Baku dared to talk to him like that.
It made his blood boil and he stormed back inside the palace, all the guards on purposely avoiding him not to anger him more on the way to his throne room. Still no one dared to cross him even though he had shown extreme care for his people.
Erik dropped himself onto his throne, his eyes scanning the place as he thought to himself.
He did what was best for his people, right? He made sure they were safe. He made sure people outside of Wakanda could ask for help too. What else did they want from him?
M'Baku's words really got to him and he had no idea why.... normally he was able to turn off caring what people said, caring only about his own plan....
What happened to him....?
"My king?" Ven quietly questioned as she walked in, pulling him back from his self doubting thoughts.
"Erik to you, princess."
"What happened, Erik?" She stood before him, back straight and hands neatly folded behind her back.
"Nothing for you to worry about, mama. I had a little talk with Lord M'Baku. That's all." He ran his hands through his dreads and took in a deep breath, trying to forget about it.
"About what?" She tilted her head, wondering how the conversation went if he was so quiet and one-toned.
"You already know about what." He leaned forward, legs wide as he leaned on them with his elbows. He had a dangerous glare in his eyes, but it didn't affect Ven much. She wasn't scared of him, they were surrounded by Dora Milaje who would protect her.
"Well, I'm curious how it went, so please tell me what you said." She turned back to her advisor act, not showing him any friendliness or love either. Actually anything besides seriousness and stern she didn't show.
"That you were mine and he was never allowed to see you again." He lied and watched her poker face turn to sadness instantly.
"Yes, my king." She bowed her head, also to hide her tears bottling up and turned around. "I'll see you at dinner...."
"See ya later, princess."
She shivered at the cold tone in his voice.... no love, no warmth, no nothing.
She walked away, turning around to take him in one more time as the guards closed the doors of the throne room. That wasn't the Erik she knew. He was quiet and emotionless. Slouched and uninterested. It looked to her as if he was covering up some emotions he felt and she wondered what really went down back when they talked.
She grabbed one of her Kimoyo Beads to contact M'Baku as soon as she was out of everyone's sight.
"Hey beautiful, what is it you want to talk about?"
"What happened when you two talked? Erik changed and his posture is different too. I have never seen him like this, not even before he had killed King T'Challa."
"He's confused with himself and he's working through some issues I had to point out to him, love. He won't be himself for a long time until he understands what I meant." He gave her a comforting smile and she nodded.
"He told me you weren't allowed to see me again."
"Even if he did tell me that, you know he doesn't have a real say in that. Until he has worked on himself, I won't let him take care of you too so I can offer you to stay with me until he's ready to take you back."
"You think he would hurt me if I stayed?"
"I can't say for sure, but he won't be there for you the way he was now he himself is lost. Let him calmly fix himself, calmly become the king he needs to be, and then go back to him. I will send him my advisor if you decide to stay with me so he still has all the help he needs. It's saver, beautiful."
"I know, you promise you will send him your advisor right away? I don't want him to feel even more lost."
"I promise he will have all the help he can get. I will see him every week too."
"You still have my extra stuff at your place?"
"It's still here and all washed. There are some guards waiting in the garden for you if you decide to come. They have warm clothing for you with them too."
"Thank you, Baku. I'll see you soon."
"Okay, love. I'll make sure your room is ready."
They hang up and she put the Kimoyo Bead back into her bracelet.
Was she really going to leave without telling Erik....? Or was she willing to take the risk and announce her leaving....
"Jesus, what do I do....?" She whispered and watched the garden from her window.
#venery gold#black panther#M'Baku#m'baku x oc#Erik Stevens#Erik Killmonger#erik killmonger x oc#n'jadaka#under the influence#angst
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